Silent Stirs
Martins Iyoboyi
The earth, the outlook transformed
A god in an envelope of wool
The mermaid in view
Gay festivals of the heavenly orb
Earth in merry tears;
Throbs within the beating stuff
Radiate contents futuristic,
A genie of constant prompting
Lights the murk of every damp
Love in concealment,
Opens visions to wide horizons
Desires become gods of themselves
As slaves of men are issued
When silent stirs rear their passions.
